VERY PANTIES

One Christmas you received a set of pantiesso jumbo you called them your thunderpants.Wherever you went you went with thunderpantsin your navel. You loved the way they left deepred runnels around your midriff, lovedthem the way one loves an icky childhoodteddy. They made your butt look like a Greekcolumn of clouds, divined by the Delphic oracleas omen of great olive forbearance. Suchwere the days you loved your butt in billowyrainbow parachutes. You were seven and showedoff your thunderpants to grocery store strangersevery chance you got, believing your buttwould become a skydiver or else prime ministerof Canada. Who was he who made you—so many years and underwear sets later, in thatHonda Civic’s backseat—believe differently?

Kayla Czaga is the author of For Your Safety Please Hold On, which was nominated for the Governor General's Award for Poetry. She lives in Vancouver and works at "quite possibly the nerdiest bar in Canada," according to the National Post.

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